The guards? Hah, I'd just use them for fodder for the betting cage. [You call this a deal? But, in the long run, he rather not have to constantly pay for the additional damage the authorities would bring. The exchange causes him to sulk though. Wrecking shit is his favorite activity dammit.]

I make no promises on that. I'm going to strike out of self defense if anything. But... [He hums quietly] I suppose since you did apologize, maybe I won't go after your life. How about that as a trade?